They walk around the world In their torn jeans, wearing flip flops, ponytails and home-done manicures. Not children any longer, their days and dreams grow, take them farther from home. Still, though, a rapid-fire response, fierce protection of any slight, day or night — can trigger out from my spirit, like darts being thrown in…
Tag: Growing up
Thanksgiving and a Month of Gratitude: Try it!
Truth be told, Thanksgiving is maybe my favorite holiday. I know it’s based on a myth and a history that makes me cringe — but the holiday I celebrate now, a holiday that marks some time off from work, is a chance for me to center again on gratitude. November gives me a time to…
A Photo a Day: When you don’t come back to the place you started from
Day #24 Toby and I took a walk last night. Felt like rain, but only because the wind had kicked up a bit. That’s not a good thing these days. A flammable California does not need wind. But it’s autumn and the evenings cool off — lately with brilliant sunsets, fiery and red. Our normal…
“Give me your worries, Child” Letting Go — and Grace
Give me your worries, Child Drop them, one by one, into my cupped hands. Name them, call them out for all the worry they’ve thrashed about in your tiny heart. Give me your worries, Child; Each one will rest in my care, Relax your heart from the wear and tear. I will hold each…
Did you move away from home? Did you go back? (Write Every Day #11)
Before you read this post, take a look at this article about “Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay.” I was one of those who left. Packed up, headed out. Across the country. Away from my hometown, which was more suburban than rural, but I am a late Boomer. It’s kind of what we did. It…
Letter to my daughter on Leaps of Faith (or thoughts on jumping into College)
*In Hawaii, as a surfing first-timer, the waves you rode were tiny but your courage matched those surfers tackling 15 foot swells. In case you didn’t know this: At 27, I was laid off of a job where my colleagues had become family, and I was heartbroken. Within days, jobless, I’d decided to move across…
When Dads become our heroes- a Father’s Day reflection
In the late 1970’s, my dad won the Mother’s Day Award through our church. He really was the best mother a father could be. When my mother died of breast cancer in 1972, at the age of 42, Dad was left on his own to raise four children, all under the age of 13. I…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 